Why did you have to leave?
I'm not ready to let you go... It was not enough, couldn't you have stayed another minute? Another second?
But you couldn't, even if you wanted to. He wouldn't let you.
There was nothing I could do. I'm so sorry.
I begged him. I showed up at his house every night. On my hands and knees I pleaded.
But it was all part of his bigger plan they said. You were suffering they said. You are in a better place they said. But they don't know. Nobody does.
Surely as you lie there, I know that you are gone. I held your hand tightly still. Maybe by some miracle you'd come back to me.
There is so much left to say. I guess I'll save it for when we meet again. Until then, good bye.